She knew I was joking, I didn’t actually pray for a cowboy.Well, not explicitly.Ok, I did think ‘cowboy’ during prayers, but I don’t ask God f...or my pleasures. I simply accept whatever he sends.I got to my feet and looked out the window of the cabin. It was foggy and cold outside, and there he was, a silhouette in the mist. A lean figure on a horse, Stetson hat and all, herding cows in the dawn.I pulled on a robe and some boots and went out onto the veranda. I waved at him as he circled close,. “Ughhh, ughhh, ohhh,” you moan with each thrust. The woman is now straddling one man, and the other is still behind her. Both of them are inside of her now. “Ughhh, Yesss! Harder! Ughhhh.” Your body is tingling with excitement as you watch them and feel me inside of you. My hand rubs over your ass as I pound into you again and again. Your breath is quick and panting. You see that a man has noticed us. He can see your breasts bounce as you move against me. He is staring at you. You know that. She comes back and I can already smell the reek of her butthole. She brings her leg over so she is over my face and says "stick out your tongue" I mumble "mmm-mm" so she sits on my face.At this point in the story I should mention I really think that fat girls are gross. I always think they smell like old sweat and faintly of poop because they cant wipe great. There was one time I gave a fat girl a try though. I was a senior in college and there was this cute 19 year old sophomore that had a. Clerigh carefully crept up to the hill, looking for the concealed opening that he knew was there. He found it, barely wide enough for a man to squeeze through, and slithered into the cave beyond.He waited a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the dim light coming through the crack behind him. Feeling his way forward, he found the area where torches were stored, as well as flints for lighting them. After several attempts, Clerigh finally managed to get the torch to light. The flame illuminated.